Nature stuns. I stand speechless. I cry. I cannot facet flawless beauty, nor mirror her in smoky words. Yet I am compelled to try. Unable to adorn, I have cut flesh to bones hoping bare beauty will shine through my failure to honor her. None of these poems play the tune I wish. They sing what they will, and I yield to their songs.
Nature stuns. I stand speechless. I cry. I cannot facet flawless beauty, nor mirror her in smoky words. Yet I am compelled to try. Unable to adorn, I ...
Uplifting yet hard-hitting poems on the aging process--the joys and pains to make the journey richer. This is Gary R Kirby's 4th volume of poetry and a dozen books in other genres. He likes to think that nature sings through him, since inspiration is still a mystery.
Uplifting yet hard-hitting poems on the aging process--the joys and pains to make the journey richer. This is Gary R Kirby's 4th volume of poetry and ...
These poems, the sixth books of "path poetry" lament our current cold, self-centered, and dehumanizing civilization. In highlighting this superficiality, hopefully these songs will re-awaken our yearning to come together.
These poems, the sixth books of "path poetry" lament our current cold, self-centered, and dehumanizing civilization. In highlighting this superficiali...
These poems spring from a deep urge to understand this enormous beautiful painful complex universe, and from the still larger unanswered questions concerning us: those of the mind, of consciousness, of love--questions that connect us as we walk our singular but similar paths with our unique body and mind, for this one so short time. each day is your day like no other day a new birth--a new life present unwrap it joyfully, treasure it massively, your day, tomorrow's day and all the days of your life
These poems spring from a deep urge to understand this enormous beautiful painful complex universe, and from the still larger unanswered questions con...
Lightning strikes and flowers fall See the world from a new view. Listen to the poetry and paradox in the frailty and courage of humanity. Your Mother's Mother arched like a silver fish above the water and struck the calm lake and rippled you. Now in your freedom you have stepped from the waters, taken your genes into your own hands and hurled missiles at the stars. Yet you stand not alone. The wind washes your hair and the waters rinse your feet. The sparkle on the snow, the silver of the rain, and the gold of the grain become the love shining in your eyes and the blood beating n your...
Lightning strikes and flowers fall See the world from a new view. Listen to the poetry and paradox in the frailty and courage of humanity. Your Mothe...